plaster

tart - as she's known in the family.

She was the centrepiece of a bed in my Dad's lovely garden. Over the last couple of years when it's been difficult to do much in the garden she's become covered in weeds and over-exuberant climbers until she's scarcely visible through the jungle that is the garden at the moment.

It was a day of paperwork and organisation. A meeting was cancelled which saved me going up to London and I managed to write a number of formal letters - always time consuming. Supper of pasta and salad

Blip seems to be playing up a bit at the moment; I uploaded this and a link and all sorts and it just vanished. grrrrrrrrr